Unexpected

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up in Michael's arms In one of his t shirts. My favorite one. My eyes felt swollen and his eyes were too. I remember sitting in the bathroom last night crying for hours and running my stomach that is barely showing my baby bump.

I got up and went downstairs. I made some tea and sat on the porch. I stared at the sun just coming up and felt tears brimming in my eyes. I wiped them away and heard the porch door open slowly. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up seeing Karen's face smiling down at me sincerely.
"Hey sweetie." She said sitting next to me. She rubbed my hand and just looked at me. I guess she was trying to find words to say. The right words to say to a girl who's baby is dying inside of them.
"I'm sorry Avery. I can't imagine.." She stopped herself realizing it wasn't what I wanted to hear. "Pregnancy is hard and difficult and a pain in the ass." How does this help me Karen? I said to myself looking at her mad and confused.
"life is a pain in the ass too.
"Karen how does this help me cope with my baby dying?" I say crossing my arms.
"You once told me that is how your mother talked to you about awful things that happen in life. I wanted you to feel like she was the one here sitting with you on this porch talking to you." That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever tried to do for me. That is how my mother would talk to me. I never thought she wouldn't be here for me being pregnant and I never thought this would happen to me and she wouldn't be here to help me get though it. It was all so unexpected.

I hugged Karen and told her thank you. But my mother isn't here. Karen is. And I appreciated it so much. I eventually got up and went back upstairs.
I sat on the bed next to Michael and just stared at him. Our baby would've looked like him. Hopefully. He is gorgeous. I used to fangirl about him. I was a big fan of them 2 years ago before I met him.
He slowly wakes up and I smile at him. I snuggle up under his arm.
"Morning." He says avoiding the 'good' part because of our situation. I sigh looking into his eyes.
"I want to abort." I say feeling the tears come. "I can't grow this baby inside of me knowing he's suffering. I can't do it Michael. Our baby doesn't deserve that. Our baby didn't deserve this." I'm full on crying, again.
He hugs me and I tell him I'm sorry.
"I understand. I don't want our baby suffering either." He says sighing. I look at him and he's crying too. I wipe his tears away and kiss him softly.
"Our baby would've been hot. He/she would've been hopefully naturally tan like me because you look like a ghost sometimes. Dirty blonde hair of course we both have natural dirty blonde hair. And our baby would've definitely been punk rock." I say smiling and laughing a little bit.
"Yeah. We would've been that cute punk rock couple minus you looking punk rock because you only dress like that sooome days." He says winking at me.
"Hey! I wear your punk rock t shirts almost every day!" I say hitting his arm.
"Yeah but you don't wear makeup really and you only cuss when you get worked up or upset and at first glance you are like an adorable 5 year holding a unicorn." He says laughing at me. I pout my lip.
"Awe come on. See what I mean! Like a cute 5 year old! Not a punk rock bad ass chick."
"Oh you want punk rock bad A chick? Huh?" I say raising my eyebrows.
"See you didn't even say the word ass you just said 'a'! And no I want an adorable unicorn loving you." He says kissing me.
"Well good cause you got her." I say winking.
"Let's have a movie day. Any movie you like even The Fault in Our Stars. If you want you know."
"Um Michael honey you are the one who likes that movie, I personally don't like it that much." I say giggling and grabbing the movie and putting it in the DVD player.
"Yeah but you didn't have to say that you could've just gone along with it!"

I cuddle against his chest and intertwine our hands playing with his fingers.